Post by Icsis of Exuma on Jan 18, 2007 17:15:42 GMT -5
Looking over the top of the tea cup perched upon her dainty hands, her eyes scouring the the dank and dusty tavern as she heaves a sigh and tips her cup, finishing the delicate taste of the lemon tea, in a most unusual gulp. Having been taught that gulping is neither lady like or appropriate, especially in public! Oh how the nuns would be disappointed! Then again, that shouldn't surprise her seeing as how she fell from grace long ago, so long ago that years have blended to gether to form just blocks of memory. Shaking her head to stop the onslaught of memory she slips her teacup back into her rather large, and yet delicate looking bag. Constructed by elven hands, and filled with sidhe magic, the blessed scrape of the finest black cloth, once mistaken as Mary Poppin's bag, holds her life within it's mystical clutches.
Not being one to dwell in anyone area for long, she stands her long dress falling in the sensuous rustle of black silk as it slips down her legs, the slits in the side allowing for comfort, if the need to run should arise. Though how in the hell she is supposed to run in her spiked heels has yet to be identified. Huffing lightly as a faint chill slips across her spine she turns to meet the eyes in the room, her senses warning her of a threat. Turning slowly she notices a human male looking at her with a look that no male should ever use, be he vampiric or human. The look said plainly that he planned to make her aquqnitance... and more. It was the more part that had a purely feminine shiver trailing up her spine.
Snapping out of her odd trance she beckons to the man, her lips cured into a sweet smile as she makes her way slowly to-wards the door, her bag slung over her arm in a careless manner. Twitching her hips as she slips out the door, hearing the cocky steps behind her and the cheers from the other men in the disgusting human male's group she sashays her way into the alley and leans slowly against the wall, her back pressed up against the wall as she tilts her head back to study the man. Smiling up into the evil black eyes as he leans over her small form, his breath stale and ale soaked as he runs his hand over her frame, cupping her breast and squeezing roughly before jerking her head back his large hands fisted into her hair. Unable to help the started gasp, wrenched from her lips she moans and melts against the wall, her body reacting to the strength and force in this man, though his intent and purpose obviously is less than honorable.
Seeing murder in his eyes she suppresses a grin, pretending horror and protesting at the roughness secretly loving his actions, but testing him to see if her hunch was right. Crying out at the wrenching of her undergarments away from her form she bites her lip and lets out human whimpers, of pain and fear, letting the fear show in her eyes, giving the man one last chance to stop. Feeling the hands roaming over her, ripping at the silk, and pulling at her flesh, she shudders a look of distaste barely kept from her face. Sighing as she feels the blade of the knife against her throat, and the bruising groping under her skirt she stills and watches the man, waiting.
Acting shocked and horrified as he slices her neck, a mortally killing blow, had she been human. while plunging his hips froward, in an attempt to impale her smooth flesh. Tilting her head back Icsis lets out a gurgling laugh, her blood spraying across his face, as she grins fully her delicately sharp and daintily pearly fangs glistening in the moonlight. Watching his eyes widen in shock, Icsis calmly reaches out and grasps his neck, watching the struggle in his eyes, as he realizes what he has done.
Licking slowly along his neck, she chuckles enjoying the shiver of fear showing its self in his spine, as he begins to beg she shakes her head and sinks her teeth into the flesh of his neck, her tongue zinging at the metallic rush of his blood filling her and feeding her as she worries at the bite, wanting to distort the bite marks so as to make it appear that anything could have bitten the man. Taking a chunk of flesh from his neck and chewing upon it lightly, before spitting it out to the side. She smirks and whispers in the man's ear. "For every helpless human female." With those final words she drinks the last pint of the man's blood, feeling her neck for healing, and sighing in relief to note that the worst of the damage had healed. stripping off the now ruined dress, and undergarments she flings them upon the man and heads on her merry way stark naked carrying her black bag over her shoulder and smiling sweetly.
Not being one to dwell in anyone area for long, she stands her long dress falling in the sensuous rustle of black silk as it slips down her legs, the slits in the side allowing for comfort, if the need to run should arise. Though how in the hell she is supposed to run in her spiked heels has yet to be identified. Huffing lightly as a faint chill slips across her spine she turns to meet the eyes in the room, her senses warning her of a threat. Turning slowly she notices a human male looking at her with a look that no male should ever use, be he vampiric or human. The look said plainly that he planned to make her aquqnitance... and more. It was the more part that had a purely feminine shiver trailing up her spine.
Snapping out of her odd trance she beckons to the man, her lips cured into a sweet smile as she makes her way slowly to-wards the door, her bag slung over her arm in a careless manner. Twitching her hips as she slips out the door, hearing the cocky steps behind her and the cheers from the other men in the disgusting human male's group she sashays her way into the alley and leans slowly against the wall, her back pressed up against the wall as she tilts her head back to study the man. Smiling up into the evil black eyes as he leans over her small form, his breath stale and ale soaked as he runs his hand over her frame, cupping her breast and squeezing roughly before jerking her head back his large hands fisted into her hair. Unable to help the started gasp, wrenched from her lips she moans and melts against the wall, her body reacting to the strength and force in this man, though his intent and purpose obviously is less than honorable.
Seeing murder in his eyes she suppresses a grin, pretending horror and protesting at the roughness secretly loving his actions, but testing him to see if her hunch was right. Crying out at the wrenching of her undergarments away from her form she bites her lip and lets out human whimpers, of pain and fear, letting the fear show in her eyes, giving the man one last chance to stop. Feeling the hands roaming over her, ripping at the silk, and pulling at her flesh, she shudders a look of distaste barely kept from her face. Sighing as she feels the blade of the knife against her throat, and the bruising groping under her skirt she stills and watches the man, waiting.
Acting shocked and horrified as he slices her neck, a mortally killing blow, had she been human. while plunging his hips froward, in an attempt to impale her smooth flesh. Tilting her head back Icsis lets out a gurgling laugh, her blood spraying across his face, as she grins fully her delicately sharp and daintily pearly fangs glistening in the moonlight. Watching his eyes widen in shock, Icsis calmly reaches out and grasps his neck, watching the struggle in his eyes, as he realizes what he has done.
Licking slowly along his neck, she chuckles enjoying the shiver of fear showing its self in his spine, as he begins to beg she shakes her head and sinks her teeth into the flesh of his neck, her tongue zinging at the metallic rush of his blood filling her and feeding her as she worries at the bite, wanting to distort the bite marks so as to make it appear that anything could have bitten the man. Taking a chunk of flesh from his neck and chewing upon it lightly, before spitting it out to the side. She smirks and whispers in the man's ear. "For every helpless human female." With those final words she drinks the last pint of the man's blood, feeling her neck for healing, and sighing in relief to note that the worst of the damage had healed. stripping off the now ruined dress, and undergarments she flings them upon the man and heads on her merry way stark naked carrying her black bag over her shoulder and smiling sweetly.
